"And what is that?"
"A name.... Death!"
"But is it possible that any one should die—like this—without any known cause, without any sort of disease? Oh! Don Teodoro, what is the matter with her?"
"How should I know?"
"But you are a doctor?"
"Of eyes—not of passions."
"Passions!" exclaimed Florentina, looking down at the senseless girl. "You—poor child—what passions are you dying of?"
"Ask your future husband."
Florentina stood lost in utter amazement.
"Poor thing!" she cried with a choked sob. "Can mere grief kill in this way?"